Sunday, January 22, 2012

Forever Still

I’d hold that minute
With my lips forever
Still and wishing how
Our hands weren’t
Tied to other hands;
Black and skeletal
While ticking down
And showing no remorse.
If only time would slow
As hearts sped up;
Kisses lasting for as long
As memories sustaining us
Between them.
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15 comments:

  1. --Sunday, January 22, 2012 at 8:10:00 PM EST

    WoW! That is awesome, Ben!! :-)

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    1. Ben DittySunday, January 22, 2012 at 8:11:00 PM EST

      Thanks, Fiona :) Not even a tenth as awesome as you though.

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  2. WanderSunday, January 22, 2012 at 10:01:00 PM EST

    Very good poem Ben, very good!

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    1. Ben DittySunday, January 22, 2012 at 11:55:00 PM EST

      Much obliged, Wander. Not sure if the context was right for that. It just sounded cool.

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    2. WanderMonday, January 23, 2012 at 5:37:00 PM EST

      Ben I just read this again and I ave to say this is the best thing of yours I have read! Ben If you dont have a specal someone or if they are teetering on the edge of being yours this will clench it for you...flex your muscles, grunt than lay this one on em...
      "If only time would slow
      As hearts sped up;
      Kisses lasting for as long
      As memories sustaining us
      Between them."

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    3. Ben DittyMonday, January 23, 2012 at 5:40:00 PM EST

      Oh, I do have a special someone. She's a poet too :-)

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    4. WanderMonday, January 23, 2012 at 10:57:00 PM EST

      Good for you!!
      I wrote my first love poem about a week ago...Felt good!

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  3. Susie ClevengerMonday, January 23, 2012 at 12:15:00 AM EST

    This is beautiful...if only time could slow as hearts sped up...

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  4. JeannetteLSMonday, January 23, 2012 at 5:00:00 PM EST

    I keep finding poets whose work makes me stop to read the words aloud ... Damn. Another!

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    1. Ben DittyMonday, January 23, 2012 at 5:23:00 PM EST

      Very cool. I love hearing people read my words, seeing what's emphasized by others and such.

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  5. Wine and WordsMonday, January 23, 2012 at 9:06:00 PM EST

    Ah Mr. Ditty. Hands tied to other hands. When hearts are involved, timing is a bitch . A relevant poem. Can I just say...I have to remember to mute my computer when I come here. When I read, it is almost like transporting into the scene. When the music kicks in, and I am shot out, and have to start all over again on mute. Not that I don't LOVE your music. I do. But I have to compartmentalize the two things. They are both important to me, and neither get full attention when shared with the other. Tied to other hands. I need them separate.

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  6. ShaunaFriday, January 27, 2012 at 11:45:00 AM EST

    tres romantic, dear Ben

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